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You think you're buying a van. What you're actually doing is joining a shiny cult of aluminum dreamers who believe in spreadsheets, scenic overlooks, and the healing power of a well-timed squatch sighting.

It started with a hike, some trail mix, and a dog named Caiya. It ended with reverence, quicksand, and a strong suspicion that God is really into slot canyons.

Turns out all it takes to fall in love with cliff dwellings is a Scooby-Doo sleeping bag, a burnt potato, and a Moab rainstorm.